Love is…
(12-02- 2008)

The morning comes
As you wake up
You think about the evening before
Of his touch of his smile
Somehow you miss him this morning

Outside it rains
Inside the sun shines
Every thing seems to be perfect
Every rose and every flower
Every cloud reminds you of him

As you walk over the streets
You hear people talk with every word
Every word that you hear
reminds you of him
Every move people make
Roller-skating or on the run
Is like recording tape of him
playing in your head over and over again

Everything is perfect
Everything is wonderful
And you cant get him out of your mind
Its beautiful
Before you know, you walk with your head in the clouds
Smiling at everyone

You call him up
But no response
You started to doubt yourself
And wonder
If he cared, he would call back
Maybe a phone call or an sms
Every sound you hear, sounds like your mobile
Every thing you hear, sounds like your ringtone
And It is strange, You never waited for someone to call

As the world starts to change
From something beautiful into something grey
As you take your old diary and writing down your feelings
But the strange and its funny cause the last time that you wrote
In your diary was years ago

You write down:

"All his words
What he told
Where all lies"
*How could I be so blind*

"What he said
All he wanted
Was not real"
*How I could I believe*

As I know now
The feeling that I had
Start to disappears
As I wake up
Suddenly I know
What love really does

Love doesn’t want to
Love doesn’t fight
Love doesn’t come for
Love is..
Love doesn’t search
Love doesn’t ask
Love is.. a feeling

A weakness at last